We went to a farm. Although, I'm not really sure you can call them 'farms' these days - they are more like tourist traps with a couple of patches of vegetables growing here and there to make it feel authentic, plus the fact that you have to drive to the middle of nowhere to get to one of them. Anyway, we went to a 'farm' yesterday to visit the 'pumpkin patch.' The pumpkin patch was basically an area of pumpkin plants with pumpkins (probably bought in bulk at the farmer's market up the freeway) placed throughout it; I didn't see one on the vine. I figured I'll just pick one up at Kroger. But Frankie did have an excellent time, which generally makes such excursions worthwhile.
Harper on a mini tractor!
Frankie on the cow train!
Harper meets chooks!
Harper meets goats!
Frankie goes down the giant slide! Over and over for at least 20 minutes!
Harper and I took a hayride!
Great Pumpkin!
Pig Races! (This photo doesn't show how much Frankie got into this activity. Gotta love using future bacon as sporting equipment for children's entertainment!)
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